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The poet died of his pride,
Boiled in his own juice.
He said,
"Let's patch up the holes in our wounds with chewing gum.
Having broken our favorite records,
Let's stare at the blue screen."
Jesters, buffoons and prophets
Today they wear a Fender on their shoulder,
To sing in hard rock
About the intrigues of the barnyard.
And every evening in restaurants
We all meet and drink whiskey.
And we look for the truth at the bottom of the glass.
singer Alexsandr Baschlachev